Momotaro
Established
Roleplay posts: 12 
Age: 88
Physical Description: 6'0 Old, bearded, wrinkly, friendly demeanor
Clothes and Equipment: long white robe, long wooden black bo staff which doubles as a walking stick, small sword called a tanto (essentially a dagger katana), a flute
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 17:47:22 GMT -8
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Post by Momotaro on Dec 27, 2015 22:48:25 GMT -8
"I see. I'm afraid cattle exist in isolated areas here in Katashima. Milk is rare. It's usually left for the calves themselves!" Momotaro reaches out and pulls the tea away from Sharky. "Tea is not good for cats. The caffeine can dehydrate them and cause kidney problems. Your friend is wise to avoid it." Momotaro smiles. He takes some meat from his soup and tries to feed it to Sharky.
"You might try feeding him other treats. Katashima is renowned for its fish, and your cat may enjoy quail eggs." He thinks for a moment.
"I have another idea. There is a mixture one can make, by soaking soy beans, grinding them with water, and straining the liquid repeatedly. Then one adds vanilla and a tiny bit of honey. It's very difficult to make, but the ingredients are readily available, and the resulting 'milk' may satisfy your cat's cravings."
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Ruby Fletcher
Dedicated
Bored
Roleplay posts: 130 
Age: 16
Physical Description: The youngest member of the rich part of the Fletcher family, Ruby is small and innocent looking. She has white hair and a pretty face, as well as fancy, fashionable clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: She generally wears a dress and a bow in her hair, playing up her "sweet innocent little girl" look. She doesn't carry weapons, but instead has a small pet cat named Sharky in her handbag.
Registered: Aug 20, 2015 14:28:59 GMT -8
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Post by Ruby Fletcher on Dec 27, 2015 22:57:56 GMT -8
Sharky eats the meat happily.
"Milk? Made of soybeans? That's silly. I suppose it's worth a shot, though...I'll see if I can find someone who can make it. Or just bribe new mothers or something. I don't know how to milk a cow."
She scratches Sharky's head as he eats, and considers.
"Yeah, he likes fish...and I suppose quail eggs would be good for him. Boiled, fried, or raw?"
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Momotaro
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 88
Physical Description: 6'0 Old, bearded, wrinkly, friendly demeanor
Clothes and Equipment: long white robe, long wooden black bo staff which doubles as a walking stick, small sword called a tanto (essentially a dagger katana), a flute
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 17:47:22 GMT -8
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Post by Momotaro on Dec 27, 2015 23:20:46 GMT -8
"I'd say scrambled." He grinned. He spins around and looks outside serenely. It was a nice day. "The adventures never cease. It was nice meeting another foreigner like you. Such a small experience has blessed me with more intriguing stories. Cats, long lost relatives, a stubborn samurai, the learning never stops... I do hope my next life proves just as interesting as this one." He decides to start playing another song. |
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Ruby Fletcher
Dedicated
Bored
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Physical Description: The youngest member of the rich part of the Fletcher family, Ruby is small and innocent looking. She has white hair and a pretty face, as well as fancy, fashionable clothes.
Clothes and Equipment: She generally wears a dress and a bow in her hair, playing up her "sweet innocent little girl" look. She doesn't carry weapons, but instead has a small pet cat named Sharky in her handbag.
Registered: Aug 20, 2015 14:28:59 GMT -8
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Post by Ruby Fletcher on Dec 27, 2015 23:34:27 GMT -8
"Hmm...scrambled eggs. He does like to steal eggs off people."
Ruby smiles at Momotary, leaning back and listening to his music. Sharky, however, is not a fan. He flattens his ears against his head and curls up in Ruby's lap, making an irritated meowing noise.
"Oh hush, Sharky. Behave. Be polite."
She lifts him up, but he struggles and squirms.
"Sorry, Momotaro. I like your music."
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The Yanata Clan
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 17:25:03 GMT -8
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Post by The Yanata Clan on Jan 4, 2016 15:24:46 GMT -8
The Yanata clan spends the day resting at the Inn much to Samari's likely chagrin. In the evening the messenger returns and is escorted immediatly to the Daimyo. Not long after the samurai begin to prepare, and Riku Fletcher and Samari Yanata are advised to rest up as the Clan will be departing in the morning for Lord Genji's manor. |
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Riku Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Riku is taller than the average Katashiman. Of course there is nothing average about Riku - he's a Fletcher after all, or so his mother told him. He never knew his father, but he has the distinct heritage of a Fletcher: remarkable white hair, a pale complexion and foreign looks mingled with his Katashiman roots.
Registered: Dec 24, 2015 9:53:21 GMT -8
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Post by Riku Fletcher on Jan 4, 2016 23:12:43 GMT -8
The following day, in the morning light of a new day, Riku had staged his equipment to prepare for their journey from Koizumi to the Hizashi Estate. The young Fletcher, so unaccustomed to being back to the Toku province so soon, wondered if his return would herald the sight of any familiar faces. The white haired samurai rapped on Samari's inn room door to rouse her from her sleep. "Good morning, Samari-san," Riku spoke through the door. "We need to prepare to depart. If you need any help moving your equipment, let me know. I've already laid out my belongings with the rest of the clan outside."
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Samari Yanata
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Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 20
Physical Description: Samari has a very lithe, athletic figure. She has a reasonably attractive face, but it is frequently twisted into an impatient scowl. She's taller than most Katashiman woman, but still below average when compared to mainlanders.
Clothes and Equipment: Samari generally wears a specialized kimono, cut for easier movement. She carries a ridiculously oversized odachi, as well as a smaller tanto. She frequently uses the odachi (sheathed) to smack people.
Registered: Dec 21, 2015 18:29:52 GMT -8
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Post by Samari Yanata on Jan 5, 2016 11:37:20 GMT -8
"Nnn."
Samari groans and sits up, clutching her head.
"Ugh...someone get rid of the sun."
She staggers to the door and reaches to open it, but changes her mind.
"I'm fine. Go away. I'll meet you outside in a few minutes."
Groggily, Samari begins to pack her stuff. It takes her about ten minutes, at which point she staggers outside.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 10:33:11 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2016 13:22:15 GMT -8
The Daimyo waits motionless on his horse for the remainder of his entourage to get ready. Once they are all gathered, with Samari being the last to make an appearance he gave the signal and the group departs for Hizashi manor.
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